***Maci***

 

I find my way to Xerox’s room and grab a few things from my bag. I’m dying for a hot shower to relax my muscles and to shut everything out. I can’t believe how things bounce from one thing to the other and then flow together, moving at lightning speed.

I’ve been struggling for years raising my brothers. First helping out my mother, because our father moved out the day Marcus was born. Trust me, he had valid reasons to do so. Then our mother died a little over nine years ago, and since then it’s always been me and my brothers.

Do I regret putting my life on hold to give them everything? Not one freaking bit; they are my blood. And although we fight a lot, our bond is strong and solid. Except the last few weeks it felt like things were slipping. Then Xerox came into my life, and it seems I’m suddenly very aware I have a life to live for myself too.

It’s not just realizing I can reach out for help from others and I don’t have to face things on my own…okay, it’s been more like he forced his way in, but whatever. What I meant to say is…my heart is soaring with the fact that my family got a little bigger with the guys of Wicked Throttle MC.

The agent telling me about Nero’s stalker behavior? That they suspect his second in command is responsible for the bullets flying around at my house and trying to bring my brothers into the gang and so on? To be honest…it’s all starting to close in on me, taking its toll. The only time I feel safe is when I’m with Xerox. Then, strangely, it’s like I can face anything with him, knowing he will have my back.

The hot water pours down my body while I place my hands on the tiles in front of me, bracing myself to enjoy the heat. My head is underneath the stream. It’s in these moments that I can let go for a very tiny fragment in time, letting my guard down. The water flows freely, over and from my body while sobs escape me.

“Aw, fuck, gorgeous.” I hear Xerox’s voice fill the bathroom before I feel strong arms surround me from behind.

My body freezes as adrenaline courses through my body from the shock of, what feels like getting caught. I never let people see me with my guard down and it feels like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t.

“I’m right here, I’ve got you.” His voice and touch are so tender that I practically melt against him.

Xerox spins me around in his arms as he tenderly moves the hairs from my face. He peppers my skin with kisses. Stepping back, he removes his sweatpants. This action makes my eyes slide down, following the movement.

Ho-ly-fuck. His dick is pierced. As in two bars going straight through creating an X. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down on it, imagining how those piercings will feel when he’s sliding in and out of me.

“Eyes, Captain Cookie. Up here,” Xerox snaps.

The demand in his voice makes a delightful shiver run straight up through my spine. I hear him curse a few times before I finally manage to drag my gaze away from his dick.

“You’ve got…there’s a…Jesus…” I grumble.

Xerox smirks. “It’s called a magic cross, or were your eyes on the Jacob’s ladder? You’ll be getting acquainted very soon, gorgeous. Very soon. But it won’t be today.”

His words might as well be static to my ears, because the visual of his dick is taking over my brain. Damn. Long, thick, hard, and decorated for pleasure…wait…did he say won’t be today?

“Stop looking like that,” he growls as he reaches for the shampoo bottle.

Instead of using my stuff I brought with me, he simply uses his and starts to massage my head.

“Lean back.” Xerox’s voice is soft while his fingers tighten and pull my head back underneath the water.

He takes his time rinsing my hair and after that my body. Every single inch of me is vibrating from his touch. After he lingered around the sensitive areas, I felt like he placed live wires all over my skin. So here I am, naked, standing on a towel because I’ve been told not to move until he was done drying me off.

Xerox returns with a gray hoodie, holding it up, the patch of Wicked Throttle on the back. Sliding my arms into the soft fabric, the size of the thing swallows me. Wrapping me in the masculine mixture of lime, rosewood, and a hint of cinnamon that kicks every single fiber in me into sensual overdrive, I raise my shoulders, turn my head, and dig my nose into my right shoulder to breathe it all in.

When I open my eyes again, I see Xerox studying me. His pupils are dilated, almost black from the desire he’s visibly consumed with.

It doesn’t make a lick of sense. “Why do you keep turning me down when we’re so freaking close to having sex? Not to mention you’re ready to fuck me this instant, it’s practically screaming from your eyes.”

His face switches from desire to frustration as he drags a hand through his wet hair. “Because I want to savor you, goddamnit.”

Stepping closer, he fists the hoodie and pulls me against him. Leaning in, his gaze locks with mine and it’s like an open window that’s inviting you to see and climb through. Opening up and letting me in.

“I’ve never had this…these feelings. Just that, feel.” He swallows hard before his words continue. “You make everything around me come to life while my body is the centerpiece that’s been rebooted. There’s nothing more that I want or need right at this very second, then to sink my cock into the tight warmth of your delicious cunt. But fuck…the stuff going on around us is a weight on your shoulders I want to lift off your gorgeous body and take it on as my own. Before I fucking destroy it. Never think for one damn second that I’m turning you down, because that’s not what this is about. I’d fucking marry you on the spot if I had the ring and the priest in this very bathroom. But when it comes to you, I want the important thing to be the most rewarding gift that needs to be unwrapped slowly.”

Never, in my whole existence, did anyone even think of putting me first. My mother, and yes, even my dad when I was young, showed me I was loved. But with five kids growing up and me being the oldest, things needed to be divided. And now I’m being placed first, above everything else. This hot as hell biker, president of a motorcycle club, is showing me how special I am.

Placing me on a throne, to worship and treasure…damn…those eyes. He’s got all his desire locked behind bars and it’s threatening to break out. Screw savoring me. Oh, yes…I can totally see us having dirty sex on that throne, if he keeps looking at me like he wants to devour me.

“I’m a girl who used to go ballistic with gifts, tearing off the wrapping paper as if my life depended on it. I get what you’re saying, and yet in the meantime…I want to have sex as if my life depended on it.”

 Yes. There, right there. His pupils go black, carnal passion overflowing. A growl rumbles through his chest, his lips are an inch away. My whole body feels heated in anticipation.

His mouth covers mine at the exact same time someone knocks on the door. “Prez. Prez. You better get out here.”

“Why the hell do we keep getting interrupted? I’m done. I was waiting for the right time, but seeing we’re on the same page and time is precious…next available moment I’m going to make you, or better yet, your pierced cunt, feel precious.” Xerox closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths.

Sliding my tongue over his bottom lip, I let him know. “You already make me feel precious. Knowing how much, it fills up my heart yet it leaves my pussy empty. So, you better hurry up and fill that too.”

The next instant, there’s a raw and intense growl. My back hits the wall and I can feel Xerox’s fingers gripping my ass to hold me up as he literally devours my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist as I grind myself against him.

The loud knocking continues, the person on the other side is now barking out his words. “Prez. We need you. There’s been a hit on the gallery.”

Those words make us both freeze. Xerox steps back and lets me slide down his body. Stalking over to the door, he opens it to Barlow who’s standing in the hallway.

“I just got a call from an agent named Tracy Neeson. I don’t even fucking know how she got my number.” Barlow’s eyebrows go down and his words halt while he thinks things over.

“I gave her yours, mine, and Corban’s. Yours might have been at the top of that list,” Xerox mentions matter-of-factly.

“Makes sense…anyway…we need to get down to the gallery. Oh, and Prez…two favors.” Barlow stares at Xerox, who gives a tight nod, indicating him to continue.

“First…at least put on some pants before you open the fucking door, man. You’ve got an Old Lady now, dick on show is for her, exclusively.” Barlow chuckles as he shakes his head.

“What’s the second one?” Xerox snaps.

Barlow’s face turns serious again. “No new pussy in the clubhouse. Us guys talked about it and we want to vote on it…”

Oh. Seems me talking to the guys about my brothers being here and not wanting them exposed to…

“First our VP, now our Prez…we don’t want our dicks tied. I’m not answering my own damn phone anymore either, or you make that woman lose my number next time you see her, because that voice, Agent Tracy’s? She could talk about whatever the fuck she wants, hell…sing the fucking alphabet and I’d come in my fucking pants. See? No new pussy. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; my dick is made to rock and shock. Like hell some bitch is going to stroll into my life and put it on a leash.” Barlow takes a step back. “Clothes, man. I’ll inform Corban and…”

“You, Corban, and Ryland are coming with us. Leave Marcus with Tyren, and have Nancy tag along with us. Michael is coming with us too.” Xerox doesn’t wait for an answer but instead closes the door.

“We can’t bring Michael…” I throw over my shoulder as I grab my panties and slide them on.

“We can, and we will. He’s under my care and he’s the oldest, Maci. You’re the big sister, but he has to step out from under you and show his brothers how to take the lead. While he gives me the chance, and experience up close; how I prove myself to you, and him to himself. We’ve got our guys surrounding them with every move they make. So…”

Suddenly it clicks. Xerox didn’t just shove my brothers in the care of a biker, any biker for that matter, he handpicked them for a purpose. “You linked them up not just for the sake of my brothers, but also to knock some sense into the other guys.”

His smile is bright as he buttons up his jeans. “Bingo.”

When I’ve put on blue, ripped jeans, a gray halter cropped tank top, and my favorite black leather biker boots, I grab Xerox’s gray hoodie and slide it back on. Turning to face him, I see he’s wearing a black wife beater. He grabs a gun holster from the table in the corner, putting it on before he covers it with his leather cut.

“Ready?” he quips while holding out his hand.

My heart skips a beat when I lace my fingers with his. Seems like I’m not nervous or afraid anymore. Feels more like I can face anything, as long as he’s with me.